Dear, Dim-Dim, the greatest veterinarian in the world! (if not in my heart)Right now I'm in a city that is extremely remote on the border between Malaysia and Thailand. It's nice here. The air is humid and warm. The children here are quite friendly. Currently, it's Eid, so the adults are distributing food and money. I don't have much money (I think I'm broke!) so I treated them to ice cream. Look at our photo eating ice cream, isn't it sweet? I will return to France, to work and earn money to travel the world again. But I thought I'd visit you first before becoming a corporate slave again, for motivation. See you at your clinic!With love, Velicia.PS: I attached my phone number. By the time my letter arrives, I should be in your country!The letter arrived the next day, along with a piece of paper containing a phone number and a photo of a woman with curly red hair eating ice cream with five children who appear to be locals. They looked happy, so Dim-Dim felt a little jealous.Dim-D
The final bonus episode! ***** Interview between the writer and the characters of The Illicitor's Code #1. Writer: "So, Dim-Dim, how do you feel now that this story has come to an end?" Dim-Dim: "A little sad. Why did it end like this? I mean, why didn't you give me a cool scene where I save my friends and family?" Writer: "Are you disappointed? Weren't you loved in this story?" Dim-Dim: "Honestly, I feel bad for Velicia. I should have been the one to save her, not the other way around." Writer: "Why? Is this about toxic masculinity?" Dim-Dim: "Oh God, Justin, tell her what toxic masculinity is!" Justin: "Don't look at me. I'm always on the writer's side. We agree on playing it safe, buddy!" Dim-Dim: "Amma, are you on my side?" Amma: "Honestly, I wonder why I'm always paired with toxic guys. I mean, I'm toxic. I know what toxic is, author. Why do you make me out to be a clueless girl who doesn't know her boyfriend is toxic?" Writer: "I—I'm sorry, Amma." Velici
In The Hague, February 15th, 2100.The flashes of camera lights from dozens of journalists crowding the street towards the entrance of the international court building almost blinded him, but the old man ignores them. With quick and confident steps, he ensured that his old legs could walk step by step."Doctor ZA, as someone who created monsters that almost destroyed the human population, did you ever regret?" asked a journalist, along with others that also intercepting the old man with ridiculous questions."Can you tell us what motivated your decision to create monsters that only prey on humans, Doctor ZA?"The old man snorted. For a moment, he let the police who escorting him clear the journalists from his path—until a captivating question caught his ear."Doctor ZA, Can you tell us the story behind—""Story? Oh, I love telling a story," the old man laughed, raising one arm to silence the journalists as he spoke. "It's a story about—what's it called?—ah, a world heading towards the
On the next morning, dawn came earlier than usual. Dim-Dim—who has felt something strange with his body since yesterday—sat up from his bed and touched his forehead; his temperature was normal.Hm. Weird.His hand moved down to touch his neck, and then he felt his skin tingling beneath his touch. As if there was a subtle movement there; moving up, up, up slowly, towards his face.Panicked, he threw off the blanket and leaped to the mirror attached to the wardrobe, then stared carefully at his neck and face. The lantern light give a pale reflection to his face and turn it gray—grayish like bird feathers with its patterns as well. He blinked in surprise, touched his face, and suddenly his face color returned to normal. But he was sure he had glimpsed his eyes turning red.Could he be turning into a bird? A hawk, maybe?"Well, that's just crazy!" he said to his reflection in the mirror while laughing. But he tilted his head for a moment, gazing at his reflection for a few more seconds, a
As dawn broke, sharp, piercing, ear-splitting roars suddenly echoed from a distance, startling Dim-Dim out of his pleasant dream of rowing a boat and causing him to wake up, jerking in shock and tumbling off his bed.While rubbing his head with a confused look, Dim-Dim heard the sound of the danger alarm echoing throughout the city. A warning that there are monsters in the city.But—isn't that impossible?No, only monsters can cause a venator appear in the city. This was a reason why Ms. Clark appeared in Toronto.Panicked, Dim-Dim rushed to Damian's room across his and pushed the door open. "Ms. Cl—" he began, but the Venator was nowhere to be found.Hurrying to the living room, Dim-Dim found his mother asleep on the sofa, wearing headphones. "There are monsters, Mama," he said after removing her headset. "Mama! Wake up!"Outside the house, the sound of fleeing residents' footsteps could be heard, and Dim-Dim shook his mother's body even harder. "MAMA!"When his mother finally woke u
As the van finally departed, Dim-Dim lay on the mattress, observing the only member of his brother's team whose name he didn't know. The man was slim, not too tall but not short either, and he was lazily lounging beside Dim-Dim on the mattress while texting on his cell phone with someone—looking bored. When Dim-Dim tried to find a weapon on the man's body, he glanced at Dim-Dim with his narrow eyes and said, "Say what you want, Kid.""Nothing," Dim-Dim replied spontaneously.The man scanned his face for a moment, and after that turned his head to Dim-Dim's older brother who was fast asleep on the mattress beside him. Then he looked at Dim-Dim again."You ain't look like your brother. Not even a little bit. You're also not as strong as him, even in bear form," he whispered. "Your superpowers are pretty useless, huh?"Dim-Dim's cheeks flushed. But before he could think of something to reply, he heard his brother's hoarse voice."Leave my brother alone, Parenzee."The man beside Dim-Dim
"Your name is Dim-Dim Damisch, the second son of Justin and Karina Damisch, and the younger brother of Damian Damisch. Right?" the question was asked by an old man with graying hair, and Dim-Dim nodded quickly. "Please answer with yes or no," the old man added again, his voice slightly shaking because he was too old."Yes, sir," Dim-Dim replied."Since your father died when you were a toddler, you live alone with your mother in Toronto, Ontario Province, Canada. According to Mr. Damisch's report, you were found in a state of—ah, being metamorphosed into an eagle when monsters were attacking your city. Right?"Dim-Dim looked up at his brother on the balcony, then looked at the man again. "Actually, I transformed into a hawk, Sir. A Copper's Hawk.""Show me," said the old man, and Dim-Dim immediately transformed into the hawk with gray feathers and red eyes.The old man looked at Dim-Dim for a few seconds, then looked back down at his notes. "About ten minutes after that, a monster arri
"Wait, Mr. Damisch!" said Jin Miller quickly. The man now stood up from his chair and looked at them seriously. "May I speak to your brother for a moment?" The man looked so pitiable and desperate now, that Dim-Dim took pity on him.Damian looked clearly ready to refuse, but Dim-Dim nodded beside him. "I will listen to you, Sir."Jin Miller immediately looked relieved. The man rummaged his drawer for a moment, and then showed Dim-Dim a very complicated, colorful paper full of diagram that he couldn't understand. "Do you see the picture on it?" he asked, pointing to a circular diagram at the top right corner of the paper that was divided into three sections. "Black means mission failure, gray means mission success with casualties, while white means success without casualties."Hearing that, Dim-Dim now looked at the diagram more seriously."Now, can you tell me which part of this circle is the biggest?" Jin Miller asked Dim-Dim-Dim."The gray one, sir," Dim-Dim replied. "That means the